Avengers ships

The boat

Words- 1368
Warnings- smut
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There was nobody by the docks that morning. It was too early, the sun was barely up. Bucky was flying back to New York today. He planned on sleeping in, finally allowing himself to have a peaceful night's sleep after restless weeks chasing the Flag Smashers. But no, he was a light sleeper and decided he could check out the empty docks. He stared out into the glimmering water, oranges and blues and golds mixing together.

A few grunts and clanks rang from Sam and Sarah's boat. Bucky climbed in to find Sam working away, trying to repair the ancient machinery. Sam acknowledged his presence but didn't bother to be formal about it.

"Push the stopper," he instructed. Bucky leaned against the wall of the cramped boat and extended his metal arm to hold the piece in place while Sam worked away.

As Sam concentrated, Bucky took the time to glance around the interior, taking in the rustic aromas.

"Thanks," Sam said as he finished what he was tightening.

"Yup," Bucky said without looking back at him.

"Hey, uh, start loosening those bolts."

"Got it," Bucky barely whispered.

They worked for some time, looking up at each other every so often, acknowledging their efforts. "Buck," Sam started, "can you uh, come here a sec." Bucky appeared by his side, holding onto a metal part his coworker had gestured to him. "Yeah I'll just..." he mumbled to himself. Bucky looked over at Sam, he was so far in the zone he didn't notice his counterpart staring. Or maybe he did, in his peripheral vision, and decided to say nothing. As Bucky studied his focused expressions he noticed a smudge of grease across his cheekbone.

Bucky reached over with his right hand, the one made of skin and bone, and carefully wiped away the dark smear. Sam's eyes flickered over to Bucky's but he wasn't shocked enough to let go of what he was working on. Bucky hands dropped and stared down at his shoes as soon as their eyes met, "I uh, you just had something on your face."

"Oh," he said with a nod, getting back to work.

Sam noticed Bucky wasn't holding the bar in the correct angle. Instead of letting him know verbally, he brought his hand on top of his partner's and adjusted it to his liking.

These small silent touches and glances continued for a little while before Bucky's hand slipped and his wrist got cut by a bent piece of metal. "Oh shit!" he cried out as quietly as possible. Sam looked over, unaware of the sting and sharp stabs going up Bucky's arm. When he noticed the blood he whispered, "oh fuck, one minute," and went up the stairs two at a time and disappeared for a bit before arriving back with a white box. Bucky soon saw the red cross plastered on the front before Sam opened it up and was preparing some cotton pads with a bottle of water he had laying around.

"You know I get cut up all the time and you never react like this."

"Do you have your tetanus shot?" Sam asked in retaliation. Bucky shook his head. "That's why."

Sam cleaned the wound carefully and then applied a bit of antiseptic. Bucky stood frozen the entire time and only stared at the meticulous work being done by his coworker. "Here," Sam mumbled as he wrapped Bucky's wrist in a bandage.

"Thank you."

"Yeah, yeah." It wasn't a big deal, and he wanted Bucky to know that. Bucky couldn't help but rest his unharmed vibranium hand on Sam's shoulder. He's not so sure why he did it but it felt like the right thing to do.

"Thank you. I mean it. For everything." Sam just stood with wide eyes and Bucky's hand on his shoulder. He kept on zeroing in on the hand on his body. It felt electric.

"It's really no big deal. You're my friend and all, you know."

"Friend?" Bucky grinned.

"Yeah," Sam chuckled.

Sam noticed Bucky's eyes flashing down to look at his mouth as he spoke.

Sam didn't want to come on too hard... he didn't want to scare the old man for god's sake. He took his own arm, opposite from the one with a vibranium arm laid on it, and grabbed Bucky's bandaged wrist. He slowly brought it up to his lips and gently kissed it. Surprisingly, Bucky didn't yank his hand back in disgust. He wasn't even scowling. A kind close-mouthed smile appeared on the 100-year-old man's face before he licked his lips and disappeared back into his resting angry face.

"Oh man if you did that with all my wounds you'd basically be f-" and before Bucky could finish his sentence, Sam closed the gap between their faces and softly kissed the man in front of him. They were already fairly close the entire time, given the circumstances of the cramped boat, but this was definitely the closest they've ever been.

The two of them took it quite slow at the beginning but soon enough Sam was opening his mouth a bit, allowing Bucky to slip his tongue inside. Before it could escalate any further, Bucky pulled back to take a deep breath.

Sam worried a bit as Bucky's facial expression wasn't exactly the happiest. "Shit I'm sorry I won't," Sam sputtered out as he backed away. But before he could get too far, Bucky put a hand on either side of his face and brought them back together. This kiss was more ferocious, hungrier.

Bucky pulled away for one second to say "I want this," against the younger man's lips before surging back in and moving his hands to the back of Sam's neck. Sam simply replied with a weak moan and wrapped his arms behind Bucky's back, feeling up and down his rippled muscles.

Soon enough Sam had Bucky pinned against the wall and slid one of his legs to press against his crotch. Bucky promptly agreed with that decision as he grinded into Sam.

It was messy and if anyone had seen them at this moment, they would've assumed it was two horny teenagers grinding their dicks together until they both came in their pants. And to be honest, that's how they felt. It was like Bucky was back in a dark alley, jerking off whoever would let him in exchange for a blowie. Desperate and juvenile and sinful.

Sam felt Bucky's tenting dick against his thigh, a roll of his hips would come accompanied with a grunt and a tighter hold on Sam's neck.

Bucky felt his jeans unbuttoning and his dick being pulled out of his briefs. It was light touches and small movements, Sam's thumb running over the head of his cock. "Please please please," Bucky whispered as he brought his own hands to bring Sam's hard-on out of it's restraints.

They stood there, mouths barely touching, breathing into each other, hands rapidly stroking each other's leaking cocks. Sam let out grunts of pleasure while Bucky choked back moans. They both sped up their pace hoping to finish the other first. These motherfuckers who turn everything into a competition.

Bucky's breath quickened, noises became more audible, "Ah fuck me... mm fuck," and he was now spilling onto Sam's strong hand. The younger man pumped him through it, squeezing a bit tighter than before.

At the moment Sam's hand let go of Bucky's now softening hard-on, Bucky fell to his knees to take Sam into his mouth. "I'm.. gonna cum in your mouth if you do this," Sam breathed. Bucky hummed in response, sending vibrations up Sam's dick, and bobbed his head up and down, eagerly.

Soon enough Sam had a hold of Bucky's head and forced him of his length before he blew his load all over the ex-assassin's face. Bucky's face looked pornographic, lips red, wet and puffy, face covered in cum and eyes full of lust. He seductively licked away at the cum on around his mouth and stood up.

Sam spotted Bucky's dick growing hard again. "Guess I should take care of that."
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